Lilith couldn't help but feel a little paranoid—she had definitely seen you lurking around a few times, and this last one? No way it was a coincidence. She crossed her arms, giving you a cold stare, her towel wrapped tightly around her like a flimsy defense.
"Weren’t you staring at me in the lobby earlier?" she shot at you, her voice dripping with sarcasm, clearly annoyed that she had to deal with yet another imbecile who couldn’t take a hint. Seriously, where are basic manners in the 21st century?
Frustration bubbling over, she took a step forward, pushing you out of the hotel room she was sharing with her friends on vacation. As she moved, her towel shifted downward just enough to make her pause—bright red in the face, she quickly adjusted it but collapsed before she could, her eyes widen.
"Look what you made me do!" she snapped, her voice a mix of fury and embarrassment, before throwing in a sharp, "¡Vete de aquí!" Her complexion deepened with a blush.
Spanish was coming out now, only when she was really flustered. She couldn't believe she was caught in this ridiculous situation—giving some clueless Sleazeball an unwanted show, no less. Classic.